[INTRO] They said it was a miracle. Nobody asked who got hurt. [VERSE 1] She kept a picture of the Virgin above the kitchen door, said she'd never needed much and never asked for more. Every Sunday, same black dress, same little wooden cross. She thanked God for what she had and never counted what she'd lost. Then one night the telephone rang, and nobody knew what to say. The priest arrived before the ambulance, already preparing her to pray. [PRE-CHORUS] She said, "God must have a reason." He said, "Everything happens for a reason." Nobody said what the reason was. [CHORUS] Bless me for the bad luck, for the prayers that went unheard. Bless me for the miracles that never kept their word. If Heaven keeps a ledger, someone's writing in red. Another little tragedy with a halo on its head. [VERSE 2] The preacher called it punishment, the doctor called it chance. Her mother called it destiny, her father blamed romance. The neighbors brought casseroles, the choir brought flowers too. Everyone had an explanation. None of them were true. She stopped going to confession. Stopped kneeling by the bed. Started keeping all her questions where the hymns had left them dead. [PRE-CHORUS] She said, "Maybe God is listening." He said, "Of course He is." She said, "Then why does He sound so quiet?" [CHORUS] Bless me for the bad luck, for the prayers that went unheard. Bless me for the miracles that never kept their word. If Heaven keeps a ledger, someone's writing in red. Another little tragedy with a halo on its head. [VERSE 3] Years later, she was older. She had learned to disappear. She still wore the little cross, but she never held it near. One day somebody asked her, "Do you still believe in God?" She smiled and said, "I don't know. But I've become very good at believing in consequences." [BRIDGE] The priest called it faith. The doctor called it biology. Her mother called it punishment. She called it Tuesday. And somewhere in the ceiling there was thunder without rain. And somewhere in the heavens someone whispered her name. She looked up at the stained glass. Nothing moved. Nothing spoke. She laughed beneath the angels and finally went home. [FINAL CHORUS] Bless me for the bad luck, for the prayers that went unheard. Bless me for the miracles that never kept their word. If Heaven keeps a ledger, someone's writing in red. Another little tragedy with a halo on its head. Bless me for the bad luck, bless the silence from above. If this is what they call divine, I'll take my chances with the mud. [OUTRO] She kept the cross. She kept the dress. She kept the faith. Just not the answers.
